As Jasmine grabbed her phone to dial Jack’s number, her heart raced. What Jack had said to her earlier and given her instructions on, was beginning to surface.Anyway, it was not her fault. At first, everything looked great—a productive and profitable investment—but they were all falling apart from being a truly successful investment. Now, a tiny mischief and greedy scheme about Mr. Joe had caught her eye, and it all started to make sickening sense to her.Just as the phone rang so it could get connected to Jack, her heart beat increased its pacing, and her pulse quickened.Simultaneously, at Jack’s office, he tapped away at his keyboard, his brow furrowed in concentration as he kept accessing some financial auditing of his clients. His fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating through some financial data.He noticed his phone was ringing and picked it up. “Hello, Jasmine,” he answered cautiously.Jasmine couldn't speak at first as her gut churned with a mixture of fear and determi
Not so long after Jack was off the call with Jasmine. He picked up the phone from the table where he had placed it, so he he can dial a number from his contact list.As usual, being his right-hand man, Blade was the only one he could confidently call in moments like this.And you know, the good thing is that he is always eager to help, and not just that, but returns with a perfect, helpful result.Immediately after Blade picked up the call, his voice could be heard from the other end: "Good day, boss.”“Same to you,” Jack responded, and went straight to the point: “I need every detail about Mr. Joe.” He said, his voice firm.Initially, Blade had wanted to do that even before now, but Jack had stopped him, stating that it had not been called for.But notwithstanding, Blade didn't question any of those things; he only had the urge to know why the sudden change of mind occurred.“Boss, why did you finally accept that I should do this?”“Mr. Joe had finally made a visible attempt,” Jack r
Jack got back after seeing Jasmine and Ray; he laid on the bed facing upwards. And then he rose from his bed to undress. A lot was going on in his mind, and he needed to wave some things off with a cold bath in the shower.As he was about to pull his trousers, a knock on the door interrupted him, and he paused on the spot. “Who is there?” In his instinct, he guessed it was Blade, but he had to ask to confirm, as he had already instructed the house aide that he wouldn't be having dinner. Somehow, he had lost his appetite.“It's me, Blade,” he replied.“Ok, then. Come in.” Jack had noticed Blade wasn't at home when he got back, but he couldn't wait a second to relate everything to Blade. Even though he knew Blade might be busy with his investigation.Jack knew the more informed Blade was, the faster it was to get feedback. So, since Blade wasn't at home, he decided to go get a shower after resting while thinking on his bed for what seemed like 20 minutes or so.As Blade stepped in, he
In the early evening, Mr. Andrew was passing through Nancy’s office and then decided to hop in to give Nancy a surprise visit.He wouldn't be available the next day to see her, which is the weekend. So now is the best time to check up on her if he must do that before the following week, as Nancy should be near closing for the day.When Scott drove him inside the company premises, he asked Scott to wait for him in the car.As soon as Mr. Andrew stepped inside the company, the receptionist welcomed him with a broad smile.“You can go to see her in the office; she is free now,” Nancy’s office personal assistant said to Mr. Andrew as soon as he noticed he came around.Mr. Andrew climbed the stairs and then walked straight to Nancy’s office. As he knocked, it took some time before Nancy responded to come and open the door, which made Mr. Andrew wonder what kept her busy. But whatever it is, as long as Nancy was okay, then it's okay.So, he didn't care to ask her when she finally opened the
On that very Friday evening, Jack had also come back home before Scott.It seems like, when Blade said that it would be ‘a long day for him,’ then he meant it. Because, as much as Jack knew it, Blade left the house like 2 hours before the prior left for work by 7 a.m. that morning.So, when Jack got back from work, he quickly took his shower and then tried to have dinner, but he just ate a little as he didn't have much appetite. At least, better than the previous day, anyway.He went straight to his usual spot in the house, where he has a beautiful view of the city. Of course, Blade could easily locate where he is once he gets back.In a very brief moment, Blade was already back. He went to Jack’s room first, but he wasn't there, then he headed straight to the very spot as Jack had envisaged. Even without asking the housekeepers where Jack was, Blade was certain that it was his boss's favorite spot for resting if he wasn't found in his room.“Greetings, Young Master,” Blade greeted th
Mr. Andrew had visited Mr. Moe over the weekend for a meeting. The meeting took a lot of time, as they had a lot to discuss about their business and all.Mr. Andrew had in mind to ask his friend, Mr. Moe, about the latest update about Jack, but then that would have to be after the meeting.They were far gone with the meeting, almost concluding it, when Mr. Moe’s phone rang.“Hello, Liam,” Mr. Moe replied the moment he picked up his phone from the table right in front of him, connected the call, and placed it in his ear. “I hope you are progressing.”“There is something I discovered,” Liam, the caller, reported.Liam is the financial analyst who has done so much underground work for Mr. Moe over the years.“What is that? I hope it is good news,” Mr. Moe questioned, seemingly happy.“I am sorry, but it is not a good one.”Looking all angry, “What could that be then? Just go straight to the point,” Mr. Moe barked, his voice tone evident of how pissed he already was.“Everything about the
The reception area of Joe Enterprises buzzed with unsettling noises. The usual sounds of phone calls, hushed conversations, and keyboard clicks had been replaced by a tense and oppressive silence. Two figures, dressed in the official garb of the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC), stood stoically in the center of the hall, with their expressions a mix of determination and suspicion.Across from them was Mr. Moe’s secretary, Lisa, and her face was pale and drawn. Fear gnawed at Lisa, a young woman with wide, worried eyes. Mr. Joe wasn't known for his patience, and unannounced visitors, especially of this official nature, are likely to be a problem for her.Hesitantly, Lisa stepped forward, her voice barely a whisper. “Can I, uh, help you, gentlemen?” She stammered, her hand instinctively reaching for the golden nameplate on her desk.The lead investigator, a man with a steely glint in his eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, cleared his throat. “We're here to see Mr. Joe,” he declar
Just within a brief moment, Blade had gathered additional evidence, thanks to Mark, the former accountant who had been forced out of Joe Enterprises some time ago. Mark's detailed records and the knowledge corroborated by the anonymous documents provided a watertight case against Mr. Joe. For some reason, Blade can't extend it to Mr. Moe in the meantime.The journalist that Blade contacted was impressed by the strength of their evidence and was working on a follow-up exposé—a profound look into Mr. Joe's financial manipulations. The story gives every indication of being explosive, further exposing Mr. Joe's web of deceit and potentially leading to criminal charges.As hours turned into days, the pressure on Mr. Joe intensified. The SEC investigation continued, with their inquiries becoming more pointed and their critical observations more intense. The once-confident swagger with which Mr. Joe had navigated the business world was replaced by a nervous twitch, which, it is safe to say,